by Damien82Roscommon, Ireland
Jan 2017 335 Views 0 comments
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Who cares, who wonders who wishes away the days,
what will be done in different ways,
How fear of loss creeps through the mind,
until the day you cannot find.
I'd never wish a life be born,
the trouble brought by meaningful scorn,
what did I do,
what Karma fell,
life can be Heaven
and also Hell.
Each day a question,
unsolved with sense,
each night is tension,
the dark is dense.
Awake, awake
each morn with light,
for my own sake,
make clear the sight.
what will be done in different ways,
How fear of loss creeps through the mind,
until the day you cannot find.
I'd never wish a life be born,
the trouble brought by meaningful scorn,
what did I do,
what Karma fell,
life can be Heaven
and also Hell.
Each day a question,
unsolved with sense,
each night is tension,
the dark is dense.
Awake, awake
each morn with light,
for my own sake,
make clear the sight.
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Posted: Jan 2017
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